Opening deduction, American tycoon

Mexico City, Querétaro's Croche Heights.

On May 23, , at about o'clock in the morning, the morning of this day was quite cool.

When a man is about to be shot by a firing squad, the cool weather seems to be getting a bit chillier.

In front of the stone wall of the Crochet Heights, there are more than a dozen people in military uniforms, with the medals of the Mexican Empire on their chests, and they are standing in front of the cold wooden stakes with their hands tied behind their backs.

Luis Terrazas was among them. At this moment, his eyes flickered with despair and longing from time to time, staring at a group of soldiers standing 20 meters away.

"I have shed blood for the empire, I have sweated for the empire, Your Majesty, how could you do this to me..."

As the former Earl of the Empire, Luis Terrazas was shrouded in fear. The people around him were the same as him, and those who were tied there were the same as them—the criminals who committed treason, and their identities were also the same. Similarly, the nobles and local power factions of the empire.

While shouting, Luis Terrazas kept kicking the gravel on the ground with his toes, but he did not give up struggling.

Some are struggling, others appear calm.

In fact, it’s all about this, so what can we do even if we struggle?

"Okay, Terrazas, go away like a man!"

The people on the side looked at him with disdain in their eyes.Of course, it's more of annoyance. How could this guy be so brainless? If he hadn't assassinated the Prince of California, how could the big guy get into this unreasonable disaster?
At this time, someone came over and covered their eyes with a black cloth.

"God, please forgive me..."

When death was about to come, a priest stood beside Terrazas, muttering something.

Mostly it's about God forgiving him or something like that.

Twenty soldiers unbolted their guns and loaded them.Amidst the clicking sound of bullets being loaded, the priest's recitation sounded even weaker.

At this time, the command "aiming" issued by the execution captain sounded.

"shot!"

The sudden sound of gunfire echoed over the high ground.The lingering sound of the gunfire also dissipated on the open high ground.

The group of people who were executed were the leaders of the "Republican Society". They had opposed land reform for many years and had been colluding with the rule of the royal family that the United States was trying to overthrow. They planned the attack on the Prince of California.And with their deaths at this time, it should be said that the activities of conspiracy and rebellion ended.

But, in fact?
Did they really commit this crime?

It didn't matter that more than 300 conspirators were apprehended, tried quickly, convicted, and then executed in days of mass arrests by the joint efforts of the Gendarmerie and the Royal Army.Their estates were confiscated and their land distributed to landless tenant farmers and immigrants.

Overnight, the Mexican Empire completed the problems that had plagued its development, but it became the beginning of another major event.

"Today, the Mexican Empire ushered in a new life!"

Inside the Mexican Railway Company, Sun Chenglin, the president of the railway company, raised his wine glass high and said to everyone in a cheering tone.

"Gentlemen and ladies, let's rejoice, for our Mexico, for the rebirth of the Mexican Empire, from today, the people will win their freedom, and the people will own their own property!"

When Sun Chenglin's words fell, the banquet hall was full of applause and cheers. In fact, they were not cheering for the people. After all, those farmers had little to do with them.

Many of them are Chinese. In Mexico, few Chinese are engaged in agriculture. On the one hand, because the rich and powerful hold most of the land, immigrants can only do farming as tenant farmers. On the other hand, it is because Ming-funded enterprises provide There are a large number of jobs. The Mexican Railway Company alone employs nearly 80 employees, 70% of whom are Chinese. It is easy to get a high-paying job. Moreover, there are still many Chinese Americans who choose to do business-in Mexico, Chinese Americans have controlled 80% of the country's retail industry.

In this case...they really don't care if the farmer has the land, if he has freedom.However, the Chinese upper class is really concerned about this issue, because those local powerful factions not only hold a large amount of land, but also the biggest obstacle preventing imperial capital from penetrating into the local area.

Now, after those people are resolved, it not only means an opportunity to redistribute wealth, but also means that the capital of the empire can enter all parts of Mexico without any hindrance, and finally realize their dreams - economically, capitally, completely control Mexico.

When the sun was setting and the railway company building cast a long shadow on the square, the banquet hall of the building was still filled with the sound of beautiful music. While people were enjoying the wine and music, Sun Chenglin had already quietly He left the banquet hall silently, and entered another office.

"What would you like to drink?"

"No need, President."

Li Haoze, the security manager of the railway company, shook his head and said.

"President, do you have any arrangements for me to come back?"

"Central America!"

After taking a sip of the cold beer, Sun Chenglin felt a comforting coolness.

"Now, it's time to fix Central America."

"what?"

Looking at the somewhat surprised subordinates, Sun Chenglin said directly.

"We have waited so long and spent so much, not to establish a so-called Central American Federation. Now is the time to start a new journey,"

In the past ten years, with the support of the railway company, Guatemalan President Justo Rufino Barrios has fulfilled his dream - successively annexed El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and re-established the " Commonwealth of Central America,” of course, and the railroads were rewarded—railways, mining rights, and so on.

However, this is not Sun Chenglin's ultimate goal.

"A new journey?"

"Yes!"

Sun Chenglin pointed to Mexico City outside the window and said.

"Look there..."

"what?"

"Look at the signs outside the window. 20 years ago, there were Spanish signboards everywhere in Mexico City, but now? There are Chinese signboards everywhere here. 70% of the people in this city are of Chinese descent like us. Thanks to the efforts of generations of immigrants, the Mexican Empire is becoming a country that is continuously Chineseized and the Chinese population is the majority, and this is our real goal!"

Holding a beer bottle in his hand, Sun Chenglin looked at Li Haoze and said.

"I don't care what others say, but I know that the present of Mexico is the future of the Central American Federation. This is why we spent a lot of money to seize this land for the Chinese. As for the railway..."

After taking a sip of wine, Sun Chenglin sneered.

"It's just to complete this work better! Now, you need to make a plan. We have to complete this work. Maybe the military has their war in the north, but we...we also have our own mission needs Go finish it!"